Yucky

Being a mother seriously changes us. I’m not talking about the “ooh and ahh” moments. I’m talking about what I did last night without even thinking about it. If you read Tuesday’s post, you know that Tucker is sick. He seemed better last night. He wanted to play, run a bit and helped me set up Halloween decorations outside. Because he seemed to be feeling so much better, I decided that after two nights of not brushing his teeth (He was sick!! And hates it!), that I’d do so last night.

All was fine until we went into his room and he started gagging. With intent. When he started to vomit, I reached out to catch as much of it as possible. Without even thinking about it. There is no other person on the planet that would trigger this type of reaction from me. I love my husband, my parents, my siblings and my friends but if any of them started to gag, I’d quickly back away and be completely grossed out if any puke landed on me. In fact, I’m not sure whether I’d try to catch my own vomit if I were unable to make it to the bathroom. I guess moms just do the yucky jobs. I’m sure I’m not the first mother to do this, and realize it’s not exactly award-worthy, but seriously, moms rock. We’re the ones who pick up the accidental bathtub poop, whose gut reaction is to try and catch the puke and who get boogers wiped on us regularly. And we don’t really mind. Huh.

What yucky jobs have you done for your kids?